"Excuse me, I think your cat is upside down."
"I hate to be a pest, but the floor is really far away. I wish you'd do something about that."
"Oh hi - I'm right here. No need to take photos of boring old Skip!"
Speaking of Skipper ... is it just me, or does he look like a balding old man? I'm going to start calling him Patrick Stewart.
Now Tweed is no balding old man. Tweed is the very height of, umm, fashion.
I wore pretty much this exact thing today, except I was also wearing pants (Tweed drew the line at pants). When Tweed wears it, I take photos of it and people go "awwwww!" When I wear it, people call me a "tea cozy."
(See if you get your poodle photos now, Miss OverOverBoing! Yeah, I'm talkin' to you!)
When Red Dog wears it, I start thinking about angry, bloodthirsty Scotsmen.
In this photo, Piper reminds me of Audrey Hepburn. Can you see it?
But really she was just giving me a look that says, in Piper-speak "Look crazy Food-Slash-Photo Lady, I know you've got something up your sleeve and I know I'm not gonna like it."
She was right.
Life Imitates ... art?
Art(?) Imitates Life.
That was really low of me. Piper lives to eviscerate stuffies, and I don't let her kill my border collie stuffies.
So she took it out on Woo.
Bitey Face Smackdown Round II
The she was happy :)
Angry Donut is never happy
Red Dog, bless his heart, slept through it all.
For no reason.